Sangtekst: Louis Armstrong. Don't Get Around Much Anymore.

Missed the Saturday dance
Heard they crowded the floor
I couldn't bear it without you
Don't get around much anymore

Thought I'd visit the club
Got as far as the door
Yes, they'd have asked me about you
Don't get around much anymore

Yes darling, I guess my mind's more at ease
But nevertheless why stir up on memories

Been invited on dates
Might have gone but what for
Awfully different without you
Don't get around much anymore

Yeah da di de
Heard they crowded the floor, baby
Don't get around much anymore, baby
I thought I'd visit the club
And got as far as the door
They'd have asked me about you
Don't get around much anymore

Oh darling, I guess my mind's more at ease
Yes but nevertheless why stir up on memories

Been invited to dates
Might have gone but what for
Awfully different without you
Don't get around much anymore